He was surprised by her forwardness. He could not help but be surprised, even after the warnings he had received on his journey to France on the nature of it's nationals. But while he had seen women with looser morals before, it shocked, and perhaps even slightly appalled him, that the nobles and royalty of a country should act in such a way. Enjoying life's luxuries was hardly much of a sin, but this... this was something unlike what he was used to.
Knaiz Viktor Tzakev realised, unforgivably, that he had let his gaze rest on the woman while he thought, and that now she must had thought he was truly interested. He was, to some extent, but one did not trust, or copulate, with a creature behind a mask, whether its bosoms heave or its siren's voice calls. "Je ne suis pas seul, simplement attendant un compagnon, Mademoiselle." He called back to her, taking a swallow from his own glass of wine, "M'offrez-vous une invitation?" He added, with a smile showing beneath his half-mask.